On my way to work this afternoon I got to a T junction just around the corner from where I live and could see this old guy further along laying on his
back by his letterbox and looked like he'd had a bit of a fall. As I got closer he looked like he was trying to pull himself up by holding onto the
letterbox. I quickly stopped the car and jumped out telling him to lay still and try not to move. I asked him if he'd had a bit of a fall and he
looked at me strangely then said "No, I'm fixing my letterbox!" I felt so stupid as I ran away as fast as I could,
at least you stopped 99% of people wouldnt.
For a minute I thought you were going to say he had his electricity bill in his hand.
Mel is very impressed with you Barry
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AHH
That explains why i don't like lettuce
They taste like letter boxes
Snails have very poor hearing. To them "Letters" and "Lettuce" sound exactly the same.
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Around 1979 I lived in Melbourne's Western suburbs and on the way to work I saw a guy holding a wrench and climbing under his jacked up Vauxhaul Viva. 2 days later I heard on the radio that someone stopped and found the guy dead. The jack collapsed and crushed his head. Fact is most people cant be bothered stopping and its a blight on society. It dosent happen where I live, a town of 200 or so people that wave at you as you pass. If you dont wave they'll remind you when you next meet. Breakdown and there be a queue wating to help you. It's a different lifestyle altogether IMO.
Around 1979 I lived in Melbourne's Western suburbs and on the way to work I saw a guy holding a wrench and climbing under his jacked up Vauxhaul Viva. 2 days later I heard on the radio that someone stopped and found the guy dead. The jack collapsed and crushed his head. Fact is most people cant be bothered stopping and its a blight on society. It dosent happen where I live, a town of 200 or so people that wave at you as you pass. If you dont wave they'll remind you when you next meet. Breakdown and there be a queue wating to help you. It's a different lifestyle altogether IMO.
Good on ya for stopping man!
I had an interesting experience in Glen Waverley years back. Sitting at the intersection in the old bug i spotted a car load of kids jump out of a
commodore and beat a middle aged pedestrian unconcious while his wife and young kids looked on in horror, it was really horrible to see. Really tough
guys kicking and stomping a guy who was literally out cold. At that point i pulled an aggressive u turn and came to a screeching handbrake stop right
behind them. At first I didnt get much of a response, i guess they didn't expect much to come out of a cute little aqua coloured beetle. The tone
changed when 130 aggro kilos of club lock swinging wog boy got out of the beetle... they legged it hahaha. Naturally his family was extremely
grateful, and my girlfiend was very impressed
Who knows, maybe i saved his life.